That Chance [C/Helena]

[CLYDE HAWKE]

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[atrb=style, background-color: #000000; height: 360px; border-top: 2px solid #C7A317; border-right: 2px solid #C7A317; border-bottom: 2px solid #C7A317; width: 350px; border-bottom-right-radius:4em; -moz-border-radius-bottomright:4em;] remember this feeling, how it feels to be alive The Lvneel Kingdom. Cain had lived here for the whole of his life. True, there were some months that he spent outside of these borders into the sea, alongside his father on his merchant trips, but since the man had disappeared, Cain had done naught but stay here in this very kingdom, training under the tutelage of his uncle, Matthew. A man who was a Marine, and retired to become a part of the kingdom's army. Though, the man had passed away as well, victim of an unsolved murder, one that still haunted Cain's conscience, for he too had failed to find the culprit, despite it already being months since the occasion. Believing the murderer to no longer be in these lands, Cain decided to finally tend to his own personal dreams. He wanted to sail out into the Blues, see the sights, feel the experiences, be free. However, until he actually found a ship and a crew to sail with, he was stranded here, in Lvneel Kingdom, known only as the son and nephew of two distinct members of the Kingdom, though carrying naught a reputation himself. Other than his relations, he was but a commoner with a blade. The blonde sighed as he walked down the road, the midnight moon hanging high in the sky, illuminating his path alongside the many lanterns that were held aloft all over the streets. He was clad in a simple plain black shirt, and his pair of cream-coloured pants. Leather shoes completed his attire, and he carried not his famous blade of Harpe, but instead armed himself with the simple knife, Pearce. He was in the streets of the Kingdom, after all. He was safe here. And even if danger came to him, he was skilled enough to defend himself with just a knife. Matthew trained him to be as such. He raised hsi right hand, pulling the cigarette off his lips as he exhaled a puff of smoke, watching as the fumes rolled out into the air, dancing and twirling. Just as he did, though, he found himself stepping out into the main road, out of an alley, and almost bumped into another individual. Eyes widening as reflexes kicked in, Cain pushed down hard on his leading right foot, stopping his momentum completely, almost bumping into the black-haired woman. "Ah, sorry. I wasn't paying attention." He quickly apologised, as he turned his gaze to glance upon the other. you can't break the broken, TAGGED: helena bluewind NOTES: made by FLOU of OTE. song is ANTHEM OF THE UNDERDOG, by 12 STONES.